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“Yep. You look great.” Gwen said, holding back a laugh – eyeing Duncan as he came out of the bathroom with a corset, high boots, a choker, and a slightly (only slightly) too tight shirt that looked suspiciously like Gwen’s normal wear. Not to mention the failed attempt to put lipstick on, instead looking like something that came out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
“And you don’t look shabby yourself.” Duncan said, not a tinge of ironicism in his voice. Gwen’s clothes looking less goth and more Tumblr punk, fake sleeve tattoos to match – with a skull shirt that was totally not stolen from Duncan’s closet, she swears.
“Why did we agree to this again?” Gwen questioned, taking in the… everything Duncan had on. “Because it’s hilarious. Don’t lie, you love it.” Duncan teased.
“Okay, maybe it is a little funny.” She said, stepping closer to him. “Yeah, wow, we have got to get you makeup lessons.” She joked.
“Awh, says who. Bet you can’t name a single punk band.” He rolled his eyes.
“Sex Pistols. Easy.” She said, pointing at Duncan with a smug grin on her face. “You know they don’t count.”
“Fine, you try and name any goth band. See who’s really the poser.” She crossed her arms and looked at him fondly.
“Pshh.. too easy! My Chemical Romance.” He said, clearly trying to get a rise out of her.
“Just for that–” she shoved him onto the ground, coming down with him. “Oh god, my ribs. How do you even wear this for that long?!” He coughed a little and laughed.
“It’s a secret.” She giggled, bringing him up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m guessing the bathroom’s a total mess?” Gwen asked. “Worse than the one scene from Blood Bath 2 – but midnight blue.” Duncan responded.
“Joy.” She rolled her eyes and smiled fondly at Duncan.